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I feel so out of place
As if I am not me
All my life, they say to my face,
"What you are is what defines you, see?"
But why does it have to be that way?
Who decides what's wrong and what's right?
What gives them the right to say
What or who I am to be. Second sight?
They don't know me, they can't define my personality.
They can't know my thoughts and how I feel.
They can't judge me based on what they call "reality."
I define myself, I'm not defined by others. That, my friends, is real.
As if I am not me
All my life, they say to my face,
"What you are is what defines you, see?"
But why does it have to be that way?
Who decides what's wrong and what's right?
What gives them the right to say
What or who I am to be. Second sight?
They don't know me, they can't define my personality.
They can't know my thoughts and how I feel.
They can't judge me based on what they call "reality."
I define myself, I'm not defined by others. That, my friends, is real.